I Roll My Eyes Each Time

My prom date purchased a 1963 triple black Eldorado convertible and drove up to surprise me. There was something shroud-like about it. I immediately saw the grim reaper, And he was ready to kill me under a bridge somewhere. Not only ready, glad to do it. I refused to ride in that “death trap” So we walked to the dance. It feels like a hearse, I told my date. That was fifty years ago. He still laments selling his “dream car” two days later Losing money on it because it was either me or it. I roll my eyes each time. Not caring, and not changing my mind. He is still my date, so I think he chose wisely.